Do we get visited by those we still love?

(A lone voice whispers)

I always used to wonder

Where do  

Robins go to sleep

Then one dark night 

Within a deep all-consuming  

Lucid dream

At approximately one o'clock

A beautiful deity  

Appeared out of the mists

Wearing a blue and white coat

Holding a Lily  

And a shining lantern

Across its shoulder

A golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise

On its golden belt  

Hung a scepter and a silver scroll

As it strolled towards me

Within my illustrious sleeping streams

A strange palace of absolute darkness

Where no birds  

Flew or squawked

It's mysterious ever watchful  

Eyes

Held me firmly transfixed

Like  

An ethereal heavenly hawk

Its bright white orbs  

Swallowed me whole

As it whispered  

Words

I'll remember  

Until I'm old

Within the light of day  

We appear

Your beloved and even I

To watch over  

And visit you

To see and follow  

All that you do

When we  

The blessed few

Waiting in the new 

Spectacular 

Bright white lights

In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos 

Shadowy arch

Cross over  

When allowed a brief time

Before we are eventually  

Reunited in a new form

To rejoice in hymn

Within your All Highs  

Divine Church

Depending upon  

The faith of your choice

To visit those we still  

Love

To leave a sign or sing  

A sonnet

Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn  

  

Then in here  

At darkness

In  

The Great In-Between  

A place you all visit  

Whenever you fall asleep

In deep dreams  

We always appear

For real spiritual shapeshifters

Like us

Never really sleep

We just transform into Robins

Through a supernatural technique

For sometimes they are merely vessels

We use

Just one of our everlasting souls keeps

So if you see one  

And it sings

Looking straight at you

Remember this

It's a just a beloved love one

Maybe even me  

Archangel Gabriel

Channeling  

Through

And with that beautiful closing  

Line

It disappeared quietly

Back into the receding winds that whined

Of the Hidden Divine

And when I awoke at eight

I'm sure it met me

Sat on my garden's old wooden gate

My beautiful friend

Who loves to sit on the washing line

Whispering and singing

Hello

Sending shivers and  

Tingling

Shooting

As I remember that dream

All the way

Up and down  

My sinuous  

spine  

(C)  

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(A lone voice sings)

Hosanna 

Hosanna

 There's a dark hole 

In the middle of my soul 

And my beloved mother 

Still lives in there 

And I carry her 

Around 

Everywhere 

I go 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

She climbs out at midnight 

When sleep 

I can no longer 

Fight  

Hosanna 

Hosanna

And sits on my chest 

Dressed in her Sunday best

Always

Hidden right out of sight 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

Whispering 

Strange spells 

That bind me 

In total bondage 

To an old age 

When she once lived 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

And we were so happy 

Together 

Especially at Christmas 

When life 

Still 

Had so much to give 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

But now she's died 

And instead of saying 

Goodbye 

And sending her crying  

To The Dark Lands 

Of No Sound 

Where I'll forever 

Miss her 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

Lost in a fissure 

In time 

Where the Black Nightingales 

Fly 

I just carry her 

Around 

Now

In a dark hole 

In the middle of my soul 

A beautiful place 

 

Painted

With memories 

And home 

To a stunning spirit

I've always known 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

My mother 

Who I'll carry around 

Until the end of my time

And when I'm called 

To The Dark Lands 

Of No Sound 

She can climb out 

My soul 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

So we can run around 

Hand in hand

Singing songs of happiness 

Filled with 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

To break the silence 

To echo into eternity 

All over  

Those sacred grounds

As we wait for 

Strength 

Reassurance 

And his holy spiritual 

Guidance

Singing 

Forever 

Forever 

Forever 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

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Channeling Yeshua

 (A lone voice whispers)

And so I left my old safe world

On Christmas Day

Behind

And looked for a new one 

In the dark and deep realms 

Of a broken mankind

Sent by my 

Father 

Most High 

To teach 

Before I died

To try to save all those 

Who for salvation 

In the Wilderness

Cry

To change the unconscious vibration of Humankind

And all that 

I could touch 

Reach 

Or find 

Sent to bring 

Peace of mind 

To the sick 

Disabled 

Blind 

Or those held 

In bondage 

By the grip of evil 

Spellbind 

My birth name 

Was Yeshua 

Once sent to tear down 

The old ways 

And give birth to hope 

On Earth 

From the ruins

Glad to meet you 

And so I ask 

In the words of your popular tongues 

Spanish 

French and English

¿Me vas a acoger -hoy y todos los días- para tratar de salvarte del pecado?

Allez-vous m'accueillir - aujourd'hui et tous les jours - pour essayer de vous sauver du péché?

Are you going to welcome me in - today and every day - to try to save you from sin?

(C)

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A Christmas Angel called Serenity

  

(A lone voice whispers)  

Like a heart's favorite childhood melody

She appeared to me

Walking harmoniously  

Like Lady Serenity

Straight out of the shadows of the fading lights

As the clouds parted  

As if asked by Moses

In the dark skies  

At midnight  

All she asks for  

She said  

  

With her bright glistening eyes  

No man or beast  

Can deny as time  

Flies  

Her opulence and grace  

Lit up my face  

When she appeared at my staying place  

And if she's feeling kind  

And kisses you

On your cheek

Like she did mine  

So gently

With a candy-sweet smile

That glows with tints of eloquence and obsession

That's so deliciously elegant

You'll feel a subtle transference of energy

A synergy of goodness and kindness

Tied up in a bow

That will follow you  

Like a rainbow

Everywhere  

You go  

Have you too  

Seen this elemental testament

To spiritual redevelopment  

Yet  

For now this  

If you haven't

Angels do appear  

Every day

To the mournful guilty or truly innocent

To try to answer prayers  

Which are heaven sent

For prayers  

Sent up to the clouds

Must be answered  

In time

And never declined

To try to stop the torture and torment  

In someone's mind  

So this Christmas  

Find some time  

As it flows  

And who knows  

The Angel who looks like Lady Serenity  

Could appear to you  

And give you a gift

To carry forever

Into eternity  

No matter where your life  

Goes  

  

  

  

(C)  

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Calvary Dreams

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I heard your voice
Today 

On Christmas Day 

That old well-loved

Familiar sound 

 
Whenever 
I pressed play 

So soft and sweet
I couldn't sleep 

But stand still
Weep and repeat 

Why does God
Give you such grief

Whenever
I hear her voice 

To then stand still 

In disbelief 

And then I remembered
Calvary 

A dark place
In human history 

Hanging
Painted 

In so many
Art Galleries 

So much wrong
Done to one 

So strong 

One crucified
For Mankind 

To sing a new song 

A new song
So all
Could belong 

To the light 

When their time came 

And they could no longer fight 

So now
Whenever

I hear your sweet voice 

Or your name
On Christmas Day 

Like today 

That familiar sound 
When I find the courage 

To press play 

To reminisce
About my true love 

On that special day 

And her incredible captivating spirituality 

I just know you're safe

Smiling down
Looking my way 

My beloved
Still loved 

Wife called
Valerie

Because Jesus died
For me and you 

Even though
Crucified 
By Evil 

But never alone 

At Calvary 

So we could all rise 

With the call of the
Golden Trombone 

To atone
To then enter 

Our true home

Under Gods 

Super Dome 

(C)
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If Poetry had a voice

So

Exploit 

Use and maul me 

As your spirits mouthpiece 

To create your masterpiece

All you who are depleted or weighed down 

With emotional or spiritual grief

And I will try to grant you 

A precious taste of celestial release

So you can discover a consecrated constitution 

To lead you 

To much-needed sacred grounds 

Of respite and inner peace 

© John Duffy 

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A Passage from The Book of Tobias

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Friendship.

 

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To my readers

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some whisper and will

In secret occult circles 

About these last days of 2022

That 

Humanity will fall in unruly petulant desire

Consumed 

and devoured by a blazing infectious fire 

But what happens to you and I

Your mind and mine 

Do you still shiver 

inwardly 

at the vibrational thoughts 

of my words 

Do they bind you

Submissively 

To always return 

Doomed forever 

To hovering above 

my prose 

That screams to be heard

With wide eager eyes

Like a love-struck 

Hummingbird 

Do you still tremble 

like when we first met 

Wanting the warm caress 

of loquacious re-introductions

Of new verbs 

Opening mystical 

Golden gates to new 

Poetic realms

And their 

guile to bind us together 

Like love-struck siamese twins

Creating welcomed sins 

Of dried sweat 

and sweet tributaries 

of deep-seated 

spiritual yearnings 

That makes your mind 

so dam wet 

Tales of the supernatural 

Light and darkness 

Filled with movement or stillness

Sovereignty or loneliness 

New flames 

of innermost desires

Contained 

in unspeakable 

words or unfamiliar names 

As our Zisurru

Poetic stories to be set asunder 

In the footfalls 

of Zeus's approaching 

apocalyptic thunder 

To burn new Hurricane lanterns 

in Imaginations darkened 

Halls of Fame 

To live in the hope 

Of a new life

An everlasting dance

With a drop of a wild transmigration 

 

As our new Nexus 

To savor in your mouth

Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine

A strong touch of such wantonness  

Your 

Voracious soul needs 

To carry to all empires 

You may visit 

In the North 

East

West or South 

As it swallows new 

Stories with ravenous greed

Will we survive 

Still together in 2023

With such

Intellectual thoughts

You might still whisper 

and silently ask 

You and me 

Does 

Will it last

Echo in 

Dreams whilst waiting

For the midnight call on 

New Year's Eve 

When we 

Sing pagan songs of 

King Solomon 

As we fight back 

the encroaching darkness 

With shining 

drunk Astral eyes 

as our Athame

Our sacrificial knife 

Inwardly praying 

to always believe 

Under the sharp eyes 

of the Winters Midnight Sun 

Which for so many lost souls 

We know 

She will still shine 

ever brighter 

As she quietly watches 

and grieves 

As they collect 

their angel wings as they leave

Who knows my child 

Everlasting hope and

Peace could arrive as one

So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise

Or it could all go wild

And turn into a new dark nuclear history 

Where dreams and people 

Are consumed and defiled 

As good and evil 

Battle for victory

And apart 

we may have to survive 

On mean streets 

As quantum tattooed vaccinated

slaves or unvaccinated exiles 

In a New World Order

Called a

Fool's Paradise 

Without

Any known borders 

But either way 

know this

May your spirit guides 

Lead you 

to continued health and safety 

Across all fast-flowing political wars 

Waters

Famine or disorders

So in 2023 

We can share our much loved

algorithms 

In all our holy quarters 

So mote be it 

What will be 

Will be

(C)

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The Preachers Story

  

(A lone voice whispers) 

 

Teacher
 

Can you help me

For there's still a magical circle 

I wish to find 
 

Said the lonely old Preacher 

to his mentor 

Old Father Time 
 

As they both stood looking 

at history's many 

intersecting blue lines 
 

Teacher 

It's a place where my true love 

resides 

In a my own time loop called 

Once in a Lifetime 
 

I once read about this 

magic circle 

a thousand years ago 
 

Before I was recalled 

when you rang my Golden Bell 

and it chimed 
 

And I dearly wish to find it 

through all the mazes 

of all my old lifes puzzles 

and paradigms 

And I now know 

after opening so many old books 
 

The ultimate secret I've found is 
 

You have to truly encourage 

your heart and soul 

To embrace its magnetic flow 
 

And some say 

You have to be willing to sacrifice 

everything you once chased 

Materialism

Wealth 

And some say all who you once 

used to follow and the Great Hunt 

You used to race in and 

give up all control 

 

 
 

Sometimes O' Father Time 

as the seconds no longer roll 

 
 

When I look back 

over thousands of years 

at my chance of 

Once in a Lifetime 
 

I can still remember 

I came so close 

to the greatest of finds 

 
 

And that in itself is my penance 

and one of my many 

mortal crimes 

 
 

For I too once knew a 

wonderful soul 
 

My own version 

of the 

Beautiful Red Rose of Jericho 
 

She was so beautiful

Graceful 

and as gentle as 

falling snow 

 
 

But like all things 

that came to pass 
 

I lost my way 

in the grip of the seductive 

shadowy abyss 
 

And never got to feel 

her sweet gentle touch 

or soft velvety kiss 
 

But now I'm a part of you, 

O Father Time 
 

And as I look back 

taking up your 

so very long reach 

 
 

Using your 

supernatural telescopes 

 
 

To look at old hopes 

and dearly once-loved folks 
 

I can still see her waiting, 

sitting there patiently reading 

 
 

Fluctuating heartbroken 

throughout your many 

blue distinct intersecting 

time frequencies 

Streams 
 

Thinking about the one, 

she always dreamed about 

and so wanted to love and teach 
 

But who was suddenly 

snatched by death 

beyond her reach 
 

The book she's always holding 

and reading 
 

When I zoom in 
 

Is a collection of her own poetic 

sad words linked 

together tragically 
 

To broken stories of her life 

of waiting 

Lost

Standing alone 

On the outer edges 

of a now-grey world 

 
 

Now all that once 

cherished color and light 

Smiles and laughter 

have flown away like a 

Starling and now live in here 

The Great Hereafter 
 

I always see her regaling 

her only thought 

 
 

That I would arrive like a hero 

 
 

Riding into her life 

from the Ether of time 
 

And fill her life with magical 

moments 

of such soul-changing happiness 

and glory 

That so many people 

would be so surprised 

and beguiled at our new story 
 

But as I still sadly see her 

from in here 

Hiding and crying at midnight 

Using your Scrying Mirrors 
 

In this Dark Tower 

which connects all things 

and places 
 

Lost in one of history's 

many bands of low resistance 

To a familiar place 

flooded with no new 

and old sinners 

 
 

Where I can only pray 

to sit with her 

For it's the only place 

one day I plead I might reach 

 

 
 

When I have paid my dues to you

To then go back through time 

 
 

To then appear out of the 

fluctuating blue Ether 

 
 
 

To wipe away all her soft wet tears 
Maybe then 

In that spiritual moment 

We can both be happy to clasp our 

**Once in a Lifetime** 

 

To then walk upon 

the soft yellow sands 

And smell the life-changing winds 

Blowing across that 

circle's secret beaches 

 
 

And then in the realization 

of that long-lost dream 
 

We may both just smile 
 

As we finally fade into 

just being another part 

of your secret anthologies 

of love stories 

 
 

Is it true

Teacher 

That to find inner peace 
Love and divine glory 

To know what that real devotion 

can bring and what it looks like 
 

Do you have to know 

what to give 

And how to fight to reach it 
 

And is that one 

of the many secrets 

To what a true love story is

 
 

(C)

Copyright 
John Duffy 

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